Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.